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a thought or two
was it with invisible ink
well i don't know,
let me think.
plotted and dotted
upon its axis...
i did let it rest.
i placed with care
but to me i was unaware
the ink must have been a mark,
just so black and with such a fine blade,
seems to scar,
is it erasable?
i jest it is quite indelible...
look what a hole that it has made.
could it be mended?
oh surely, i don't know,
i am afraid,
as i sat it here,
i said,
to plot on such an axis
how would anyone dare?
for it is as if to drive a stake
because nothing else can compare.
how can it be understood,
if i could...i would.
but still the heart sits.
don't think it exist of wood.
well i don't know,
let me think.
plotted and dotted
upon its axis...
i did let it rest.
i placed with care
but to me i was unaware
the ink must have been a mark,
just so black and with such a fine blade,
seems to scar,
is it erasable?
i jest it is quite indelible...
look what a hole that it has made.
could it be mended?
oh surely, i don't know,
i am afraid,
as i sat it here,
i said,
to plot on such an axis
how would anyone dare?
for it is as if to drive a stake
because nothing else can compare.
how can it be understood,
if i could...i would.
but still the heart sits.
don't think it exist of wood.
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